Your ghost hides in the corners of our wrinkled sheets,
reaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.
I've never enjoyed swimming naked in guilt's sea; it leaves me dripping remorse. It appears death's formidable grip can trump a full hand of indifference every time.
The mundane, repetitious days of our existence held me in perspective as one too ambivalent to shake his disembodied shoulders.
The scent of your demise, to me, seemed innocuous fleeting and unable to bloom.
But flowers, I've discovered, are fragile things that, in a short period of time, will die from the slightest chill.
And I" unbelievably" immersed in my neglectful, narrow corner unable to sympathize or relate to simple needs never noticed at all your petals falling one by one.
How often have men picked their flower in life only to ignore her later through the trials of marriage? Her tears like petals have fallen. Now, through her absence, he realizes too late, what he has done: Disregarded and Ignored his soul mate.
Note to self: Changed the picture and a couple of words.
A quick note:
~~This is by far my most popular poem. And yet, it didn't start that way. Many young people are offended by advice or suggestions from others. They feel insulted that someone would critique their writing.
As for me, I came here not just to share my writing but to learn as well. If it wasn't for suggestions from Rick Puetter and Girl Friday (see below) I don't think the poem would have been as good. The poet Richard also helped me fine tune the poem and it is now--after all these years--(in my mind) complete.
We can always learn from other people as long as we know they have more experience and know-how than us.~~
My Review
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Yes... how winter too often comes to world and drives out the summer sun. This is a bittersweet moment... such beauty before all frozen now on sheets of ice.
For anyone who has lost someone, including me, your words evoke powerful feelings, Relic. There will be a day when I can write about it, but for now, your piece of poetry does it for me. I thank you most kindly. P.
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
I'm truly sorry for your loss Pete. Thank you for the review.
guilt is the great burden, and you have erected such a beautiful and reflective monument to it here, any of us stopping to admire or commune can catch our reflection...neither ghosts nor the world can forgive us our clumsy ways, we have to find the strength for that ourselves, all the while dragging our past in our wake, chains, bones, debts...if we learn at all, it is by reaching the surface and breathing fresh air
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
Wonderfully stated Ed, thank you so much for your review.
this is incredibly deep and thought provoking. strong metaphor for your interpretation. through time, we start to take loved ones for granted we see everyday, and dont realize its too late to show them how much they still mean to us. exceptional work.
"I've never liked swimming in guilt's sea" I love this :) Well done. Your use of these words is flawless and really leaves one thinking. It's a sad poem. It's easy to not see someone slowly fading away until it seems too late.
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
Thank you Tierra, you're right. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem.
This is a beautiful poem Mr Relic. It's like really sad with time. I really like the Ghost hides in the corner of the wrinkled sheets line. That's really beautiful.
Okay, this nearly made me cry. Just thinking how it can be makes us all want to change it so we don't have to go through life feeling that. And not only is this a good message to men, but nowadays to women as well.
It was hart wrenching, or rather it could be...
It was painfully beautiful. Keep at it. :')